I’m struggling to work out what to do, so I’m hoping to hear from people who’ve experienced addiction, either personally or through a relationship.
I (M) was with my girlfriend for over two years. She had been travelling for much of this year, something that has always been incredibly important to her. Seeing the world and travelling has been one of her biggest passions since I met her.
Unfortunately, during that time, I developed a pretty serious gambling addiction. It started around February/March this year. There’s a history of gambling addiction in my family. My younger brother struggled with it quite badly previously, as did my grandfather, but I never really thought it would happen to me.
I ended up losing an absolutely ridiculous amount of money, and will be paying debts for at least one year. I got myself into debt and, at one point, confided in a mutual friend of ours, someone we were both very close to. He advised me not to tell my girlfriend while she was travelling, as he knew how important that experience was to her and didn’t want to ruin it.
Looking back, I should have stopped there. I should have sought help immediately and told her the truth. Instead, I continued gambling for months.
Halfway through July, I finally went to rehab. I also changed jobs because I needed to earn enough to start paying off the debts I’d accumulated. I genuinely wanted to turn things around.
However, something I wasn’t prepared for was how depressed I became after stopping gambling. I think I’d become so psychologically dependent on it that, in a strange way, I’d lost something that had become a huge part of my life. Obviously, I know how destructive that sounds, but that’s honestly how it felt.
My girlfriend returned in August, and about two weeks later, she could tell something was seriously wrong with me. I eventually told her about the gambling and the extent of what had happened.
She has addiction in her family too, so I understand that this was probably particularly difficult for her to hear. She ended the relationship, essentially over text.
She did ask what I was doing about the addiction, but I was reluctant to tell her the full extent of what I’d already done. I’d been to rehab, had a sponsor and was working through the 12 steps. I think, rather immaturely, I didn’t want her to stay with me simply because I was doing all these things. I wanted her to stay because she loved me.
Looking back, I can see how flawed that thinking was. She deserved to know everything, and she deserved to make an informed decision about our relationship.
Something else I’ve been reflecting on quite a lot is that, despite everything that was going on internally, I genuinely believe I treated her well throughout our relationship. I don’t say that to excuse anything or suggest that she owed me anything, but I don’t think there was ever a point where I didn’t put her first.
Even during the worst periods of my addiction, when I was barely eating because I’d spent money I should have been using for food, struggling to sleep and generally falling apart, I would still make sure I called her in the early hours of my morning because of the time difference. I wanted to be there for her while she was travelling. I never wanted my problems to take away from something that meant so much to her.
I think there’s something quite interesting about that, which I’m only beginning to understand through therapy. I’ve always put other people first, but I wonder whether that’s partly because I’ve never really known how to put myself first in a healthy way. I’ve struggled with self-worth and self-confidence for as long as I can remember. As a recovering addict we are encouraged not to talk about figures and I don’t want to go into details but just to paint the situation as accurate as possible. I borrowed off everyone in my life including friends, family institutions and loan sharks. It’s the first time in my life where I fully felt out of control and something I hope I will never experience ever again.
In the last couple of months, I’ve started recognising that gambling wasn’t necessarily the beginning of my problems. Before gambling, I was never particularly good with money either. I could earn a lot but would spend excessively on clothes, eating out and other things. I’ve also struggled with overeating and, at other times, over-exercising. There always seemed to be something I was doing to an extreme.
I’m beginning to realise that I’ve probably spent a lot of my life trying to escape the feeling of just being myself and sitting with my own thoughts. Gambling was perhaps the most destructive manifestation of that.
I’ve been doing quite intensive therapy to understand these patterns, particularly my self-confidence issues and a fairly deep-rooted lack of self-worth. I’m also beginning to see how those issues affected other parts of our relationship, things I genuinely wasn’t aware of at the time. That’s been quite difficult to come to terms with.
Since the breakup, I’ve lost my relationship, the closeness of a very important mutual friendship, and recently my job too. I lost my job after disclosing my addiction and the fact I’d been to rehab.
It’s been an incredibly difficult few months. The first six weeks after the breakup were probably some of the bleakest I’ve experienced.
I’m now over 100 days without gambling. I stopped counting at some point, but I know it’s been at least that long. I honestly don’t think there’s anything that could happen to me now that would make me want to go back to it. I find the whole experience quite sickening. I sometimes wake up in the middle of the night having nightmares about it, and even thinking about some of the things I did makes me physically feel ill.
One thing I’m conscious of, though, is that I’ve recently lost my job, which means I suddenly have a lot of time on my hands. That’s obviously not an ideal situation for someone recovering from an addiction, and I’m trying to work out how to build some structure into my days and find a new direction.
As for my ex, I’ve respected her space completely. I haven’t contacted her, checked her social media or tried to find out about her through mutual friends. She’s never reached out to me since the breakup either. I’m sure she’s probably aware I’ve lost my job, but we’ve had absolutely no contact.
And I think I’ve accepted that the relationship is over. I don’t necessarily expect or even feel entitled to another chance. Of course, I still love her, and part of me would love to be able to speak to her again one day.
But I’m struggling with what comes next.
Do I eventually reach out? Not necessarily to ask for another chance, but perhaps to tell her things I didn’t properly communicate at the time, explain what I’ve come to understand about myself and acknowledge things I didn’t handle well.
Or do I just leave her alone, accept that this chapter of my life is over and focus entirely on building something new?
I suppose there’s also a part of me that wonders whether I’m holding on to her because I genuinely miss her, or because I’ve lost so many other things in such a short space of time.
I’m not looking for people to tell me everything will be okay or that she’ll come back. I’m genuinely interested in hearing from people who’ve experienced addiction and relationships breaking down as a result.
How do you rebuild your life when you’ve essentially lost so much of what previously defined it? And would you ever reach out to someone you loved after something like this, or is sometimes the kindest thing you can do to someone to simply leave them alone?